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The first-floor bulletin board was completely surrounded, packed with students pushing and shoving for a better view.

Moments like these made me incredibly jealous of a certain 1.9-meter-tall individual.

Unsurprisingly, the top scorer was again Yan Liuzhuan. Was him reminding students to check the board just to show off his academics?

Is being a top student that amazing?

…Actually, yeah, he kinda is.

Yan Liuzhuan’s near-perfect scores put him almost 20 points ahead of the second-place student.

As for me? Rank 32. No standout subjects, but also no particularly weak ones. I was so unremarkable, they could literally use my existence as an example in the dictionary next to the word “average.”

Meanwhile,Tan Rinka placed 11th. If we ignore the bug-like presence of Yan Liuzhuan, that technically puts Rinka at the very bottom of the school’s top 10. I guess, aside from his crossdressing, he had been putting in a lot of effort elsewhere too.

And then there was Zhao Zhao…

No surprises there—8th from the bottom. Nearly all subjects were in the red, except for P.E. His summer was officially ruined.

What did surprise me was that there were actually seven people in our grade with worse scores than Zhao Zhao. Who the hell are these guys?

After glancing through the results, I heard a thud.

I turned my head and found Zhao Zhao on his knees. Soulless tears streamed down his face as he stared into the void, his spirit already long gone.

It was like he’d just received a death sentence before even getting to enjoy summer break.

“Commander… I just want to play basketball!”

He was kneeling, looking up at me in despair, like a tragic protagonist in a sports anime.

Too bad I wasn’t the chubby, wise Anzai , and he sure as hell wasn’t Mitsui Hisashi—so what exactly did he expect me to do?

The summer remedial classes were infamous. A bunch of equally dumb students stuck in a suffocating classroom without air conditioning, desperately trying to cram enough knowledge to not repeat a year.

Honestly, thinking about it, I almost felt bad for the poor teachers who had to deal with them.

“Hey, I heard the summer school classes are actually taught by second-year students?”

A random background character’s comment made me pause.

Tch, figures. The teachers wouldn’t suffer through it themselves—they had their upperclassmen minions to do the dirty work.

When the bell rang, we returned to class.

Our balding homeroom teacher entered with an exceptionally dark expression.

After going over the usual summer safety reminders, he specifically warned against wandering into places where gang members might lurk. Ah, so this was Yan Liuzhuan’s doing. The top student sure works fast.

Then came the class ranking announcements.

Our class alone had four students in the bottom ten of the grade. No wonder baldy looked so pissed—his bonus was probably on the line.

He shot Zhao Zhao a particularly disdainful glance.

Afterward, we had to sit through subject teachers reviewing the test papers one by one. But who the hell had the patience to listen?

Summer vacation was right around the corner, a beautiful goddess draped in sheer fabric, teasing us with her presence—who the hell still cared about test corrections?

Halfway through the math review, I felt a soft buzz in my pocket—my phone.

I pulled it out to check.

A message from Rinka:

[Kai-chan, I need to talk to you about something. Could you meet me alone in the fifth-floor boys’ restroom before lunch?]

The hell?

The boys’ restroom again? Seriously, could we not pick a normal meeting place for once?

[Sure.] I replied.

Somehow I started to get used to him calling me “Kai-chan”.

I tapped Zhao Zhao’s desk and leaned in.

“Mind waiting for me a bit after class? The school beauty’s got something to discuss.”

But… he didn’t respond.

I frowned and turned toward him.

Zhao Zhao was completely motionless, his entire body covered in an eerie layer of dust and cobwebs—like he had died long ago.

When he finally moved, it was only to slowly turn his head toward me, his eyes hollow and lifeless.

Meeting eyes with this corpse-like face actually made my skin crawl.

“Commander… I want to disappear this summer. Can I turn into Zhao Lei and hide at your place?”

“If you actually went missing for a whole summer, your mom would skin you alive—no, she’d probably strip your flesh right off your bones.”

“HOW THE HELL WOULD I SURVIVE THAT?!”

“That’s exactly what I’d like to test—whether the notebook can save someone who’s mortally wounded. Go on, give it a shot.”

“You’re a go̲d̲d̲a̲m̲n̲ mad scientist, Katsuragi Takumi!”

“Wrong! I am God·Kuroto Dan!!”

Smack!

A chalk missile came flying at me, striking the back of my head with the force of a meteorite.

I looked up to see our math teacher who looked like Horoboshi Dan from Ultraman, glaring daggers at me from the podium.

…For a split second, I was tempted to throw my arms up and yell:

“Your next line will be— ‘The era of Kamen Riders is over!’”

But I held back and forced myself to sit up straight under his piercing gaze.

As soon as class resumed, I took out my phone and scrolled to [Seven Deadly Sins – Lust] in my contacts.

I sent a message:

[Meeting Tan Rinka before lunch. I’ll be back soon, wait for me.]

A moment later, I felt a violent vibration from the desk behind me.

The hell? Did Zhao Zhao switch his phone to shock mode or something?

He then replied:

[Got it.]

And another message immediately followed:

[But don’t go flirting with other people. Xiao Lei will get jealous~]

…

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

Not the heart-racing, romantic kind of shiver.

More like the cardiac-arrest-inducing, high-voltage kind.

[I’m kidding! Ehehe~]

[Ehehe my a̲s̲s̲. Don’t joke about this, my heart can’t take it.]

Lunch Break. Fifth Floor Boys’ Restroom.

When I arrived, Rinka was sitting on the sink counter, idly playing with his nails. As usual, he was dressed in an adorable pleated skirt, his smooth, fair legs dangling as they swayed back and forth—a sight that could easily draw anyone’s attention.

But.

He’s a guy.

…

What? You’re sick of hearing that by now?

“So, what’s the urgent matter?” I asked, getting straight to the point.

“Kai-chan, you’re here! Follow me to the art room, and you’ll see.”

With an air of mystery, Rinka led me out of the restroom and toward the art classroom, which was also on the fifth floor.

It was odd. Our school didn’t even have art classes, yet there was a fully equipped art room—like it existed just to check off a box on some school administrator’s list.

He threw the door open, and to my surprise, the room was spotless. The stools, easels, and desks were all dust-free, clearly indicating that someone had been using this place regularly.

Most likely the art club.

But what did that have to do with me?

“What’s so special about this room?” I asked, puzzled.

Rinka rummaged behind a cabinet and pulled out a large canvas covered with a white cloth.

“Take a look.”

I hesitated for a second before lifting the cloth.

Pinned to the canvas was a portrait of a girl in a white dress.

Except… the face…

“Wait. Is this… me?”

Though there were subtle differences, the overall shape and features were unmistakably mine.

“Yup! And not just this one—there’s more.”

He pulled out several more finished pieces—charcoal sketches, oil paintings, colored pencil works…

And every. Single. One.

Was me.

“Hold on. Did you draw these?”

Was this entire setup just to show off his art portfolio?

“No, no! I wish I had that kind of talent.” Rinka waved his hands dismissively.

“These were all drawn by Yan Liuzhuan. Ever since he saw your real face, he’s been possessed.”

…Excuse me, what?!

Possessed? By me?!

Sure, I could admit that I had inherited some damn good genes from my mom, but was my face really this impactful?

“He’s always been talented at drawing,” Rinka continued. “But lately, he hit a creative block. He needed the perfect female model to break through it. But, y’know, our school doesn’t have any girls. Then, the moment he saw you, he just… well… heh.”

…Heh?

Finish your damn sentence, you.

“Wait. You didn’t… tell him about me, did you?”

I warily eyed the door, Afraid that the three-seven-haired Student Council President would suddenly burst in, arms wide open while screaming:

“Oh! My Aphrodite! I’ve finally found you!”

“Of course not! Kai-chan, do you really not trust me?” Rinka pouted.

“Then what exactly are you getting at?”

“Can you spare one day during summer break to model for him? Just under a different identity. Maybe in… you know, a cute outfit? If I handle your makeup, I guarantee he won’t recognize you!”

“Why the hell would I do that? Did he blackmail you or something?”

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“No blackmail, nothing like that. He’s not that kind of person. We’ve been classmates since elementary school, and he’s helped me out a lot before.”

“Then you be his model. Why drag me into this?”

“I tried, but my face is too masculine. He wasn’t interested… And ever since he saw you, my chances are completely shot.”

I studied Rinka’s slightly dejected face.

After a few seconds, he began fidgeting under my gaze.

“I don’t get it,” I said, shaking my head. “You don’t look masculine at all.”

Yan Liuzhuan really dismissed this guy as “not feminine enough”?

The nerve of him!

Even if Rinka was, in fact, a dude, he was still prettier than half the actual girls I’d seen in my life.

“It’s all makeup, just techniques!” he said, sighing. “So please, Kai-chan, just one day! If you do this, I’ll give you a spare key to my secret base. You’ll have unlimited access—whether it’s chilling in the AC, taking a nap, or even… uh… handling personal ‘electrical work’ in privacy.”

I paused.

…A key to the fully equipped, air-conditioned secret base?

This deal was tempting.

“Alright. But I’m not wearing any women’s clothes,” I warned. “If you’re okay with that, I’ll model for him once.”

Wearing women’s clothing was a hard NO.

I, Chang Kai, would rather streak naked, jump off the fifth floor, and crash headfirst into the pavement than ever crossdressing once.

Absolutely.

Not.

Happening.

Ever.

Honestly, though—only people with issues would expect to find a female model in an all-boys’ school.

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